Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author.
Well, so much for a peaceful night in Halfhill last night. I had decided that I would just come over to the farm and spend the night for no other reason than I needed to get out of my tent for a while. That smell of damp canvas can get to be a bit overwhelming with the amount of rain that we have been experiencing of late. The Wilds always seem to have more the way of humidity as is, add the rain, the constant squish of mud underfoot – yes, I needed a change a little bit of privacy to relax.
I also needed to get back here to check on Pan. He had torn a footpad and after getting it bandaged up, I could tell that paw was still very tender. Not to mention, the constant muck and mud that we’ve been living in during the last few weeks can’t be all that good for a wound. He was very happy to see me tonight and you could almost see a smile plastered on his face when I walked in the door. Of course, when he rears up on his hind feet, his forelegs are on my shoulders and we’re eye-to eye. Of course, having a cat this large give you a welcoming kiss/lick is quite the face washer because it really does cover most of your face. Oh we had quite the reunion, I don’t think that I have left him alone like this for years and he was definitely feeling that loneliness since he didn’t have any of his stable mates there with him. He will always be my favorite companion and always my trusted animal. Yeah, we’ve been together for quite a few years and I think that we both feel the years some days. Oh, I know that when I head back to camp that he will be coming with me – Old Hillpaw was kind enough to check on him for me and actually has been feeding him a bit too. I suspect Hillpaw has earned a friend for life too because I can tell that Pan has brushed quite a bit and his coat is absolutely glowing, not to mention, I’m sure that he was fed some very good meat.
After my warm “kitty welcome” I did strip down to just a pair of soft boots and trousers and hung my armor up on the rack in the bedroom. I had to laugh when I looked at the bedroom or I should say my closet – it is definitely very tiny, not to mention the single bed looks kind of sad when I think about the bed that I share with my wife in Shattrath. Oh well, I’ll probably be enlarging the house a bit here in the near future because I think my darling Kaldorei is getting a bit antsy to get into the action up here in Panderia.
One thing about it, I’ll probably end up resigning my commission or just taking off when Amyn does come up here. Can’t say that my troops would be all too keen to follow a Commander that is sleeping with the enemy, so to speak. I know that I have been kind of putting things on the back burner for a while since I got back but I am going to start diligently trying to get out of this military thing – I know that I would be considered a traitor by some people for have a Kaldorei wife and then add the kids, I’d be a definite problem. I came to Panderia because I was ordered here from Silvermoon and as a member of the Horde, I have to follow that order even if I don’t like it or believe in that Orc in Orgrimmar.
I’m getting as bad as Kal about my little farm. I slip away and come here every chance that I get. It’s the only place that I feel comfortable and can just let down my guard for a while – I don’t have to answer to anyone here other than myself and I can do whatever in the heck I want. I will have to admit that being back in the service does kind of curtail a few of the freedoms that I have taken for granted during the last few years. I miss running my businesses with my wife and being able to take the time to enjoy things like I used too.
The farm is coming along nicely and I will have to say that I’ve done a pretty good job with it considering that I haven’t ever been “one with the land” like some of the people that have started farms here in the Valley. I did walk out my front door and stood there on the porch admiring my handy work when it sounded like all hell had broken lose down at the market.
Naturally, I was curious as to what was going on, so, I walked down the lane to the market to check it out. Great! This is usually a quiet and fairly neutral area where the Horde and the Alliance will tolerate one another and just jostle each other now and again. Unfortunately, it looks like a few people have been enjoying too much of the local alcohol and decided to start a battle right in the market. There I stood at the edge of the lane and just watched the mayhem that was going on and I will have to admit that I didn’t even feel compelled in the slightest to take part in it. I did glance around to make sure that my son wasn’t involved in the debacle because I didn’t want him to get hurt either. I guess this means I’m getting old or I’m just tired of the whole thing.
I walked back to the farm and got some bandages to give out to some of the healers that had shown up there at the last and returned to the market. It was a mess and a lot of people were needlessly injured and I wonder how they are going to report this back to their various commanders and leaders? “Well, you see, Sir, I was buying some vegetables at the market and a war broke out.” I didn’t recognize anyone from my command taking part in this mess either and I hope to hell that none of them were involved because I have no problem handing out disciplinary action for people just being stupid.
Let’s just say that I was too wired to go to sleep right away last night and sat on the porch looking at the moonlight and smoking a cigarette or two. Yeah, I know, it’s bad for me and Amyn would like for me to quit the filthy habit, however, it’s the one thing that seems to relax me more than drinking does. The moonlight was beautiful and I did see the lights on at my son’s house, not that far away. I wonder if he ever met up with the girl from Stormwind over the holidays, sure didn’t look all that promising when he left and I haven’t heard anything from him since then either. I was sorely tempted to walk over there, however, with all of the people that were here in town last night, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
So, this morning, I’m sitting here on the porch with Pan, writing in my journal, drinking some coffee and fighting with myself about going back to the command post today or not. The way I am feeling this morning, I may just cool my heels here in Halfhill today and look over some of the contracts that I got from Dawnglory. I’m already too late to do the morning briefing, however, there was nothing out of the ordinary that my subordinates couldn’t handle.
I know that the desertion rate is way up with a lot of the commanders complaining about it right now. Can’t say that I blame the people for taking off, however, it does seem like the number is increasing with each passing week. I know that I have several that I have put on report as “missing” for the moment and will do everything I can to locate them and bring them back before they are reported as deserters.
Damn, I wish Amyn was here, I miss her more and more as each day passes without seeing her. I am still trying to see if there is some way that I can slip out of here before Summer for a few hours to spend some time with her and the boys – this is no way to have to live without seeing them liked I used too. I got spoiled before the war, I could see them every single day if I wanted too. Now, I have to wait for someone buffoon’s permission to leave Panderia for any extended amount of time. Damn this war!